Queen of the Scene
She was tall and pale, she's the queen of her scene
Hates the way I talk but she loves the way I sing
She spends too much time being something she ain't
When the smoke all clears there's always, there's always someone to blame
When you spend all your time trying to make things right
You can't clean it up if it's broken inside
Never wants to listen to single word I say
No matter how much I ask her
Well, I am what I am, babe, I ain't what I ain't
I'm not yet a killer, but I'm far from a saint
I don't really think it matters what I do
I don't think I'll ever be
Good enough for you
She doubted me like Thomas when I needed her like Paul
Turned her back on me like Judas, baby, let me take the fall
She called me a traitor and she called me a liar
She fed me to the lions and hung me
Oh, she hung me out to dry
Well, I am what I am, babe, I ain't what I ain't
I'm not yet a killer, but I'm far from a saint
I don't really think it matters what I do
I don't think I'll ever be
Good enough for you
So I hear you got a new boy, he looks a lot like me
Oh, I bet he can't sing like I sing
So I'll just sit back, babe, and I'll play my part
He may have your hand but I still
Oh, I still got your heart
Got your heart
Oh, I got your heart
Oh, got your heart
Oh, I got your heart
Oh, you know I got your heart
Oh, I got your heart
Hates the way I talk but she loves the way I sing
She spends too much time being something she ain't
When the smoke all clears there's always, there's always someone to blame
When you spend all your time trying to make things right
You can't clean it up if it's broken inside
Never wants to listen to single word I say
No matter how much I ask her
Well, I am what I am, babe, I ain't what I ain't
I'm not yet a killer, but I'm far from a saint
I don't really think it matters what I do
I don't think I'll ever be
Good enough for you
She doubted me like Thomas when I needed her like Paul
Turned her back on me like Judas, baby, let me take the fall
She called me a traitor and she called me a liar
She fed me to the lions and hung me
Oh, she hung me out to dry
Well, I am what I am, babe, I ain't what I ain't
I'm not yet a killer, but I'm far from a saint
I don't really think it matters what I do
I don't think I'll ever be
Good enough for you
So I hear you got a new boy, he looks a lot like me
Oh, I bet he can't sing like I sing
So I'll just sit back, babe, and I'll play my part
He may have your hand but I still
Oh, I still got your heart
Got your heart
Oh, I got your heart
Oh, got your heart
Oh, I got your heart
Oh, you know I got your heart
Oh, I got your heart
Credits
Writer(s): Bradley Justin Barham
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